Some people look at you with dread
Some people look up to you for deliverance
And some pretend they’ll never see you
But you eventually catch up with everyone
Aren’t you always around the corner?
Lurking in the neighbourhood
Sometimes a passer-by, sometimes a guest
Nobody knows when and how you will come
Wherever you go, you are unwelcome
People fear your ravenous appetite
And your unpredictable idiosyncrasies
But you are as definite as the flow of time
What do we address you as?
Grim Reaper, Mrityu or Death
You come, you take, and go back
Aren’t you mysterious and whimsical?
You always claim what you want
Sometimes a few, sometimes a crowd
Often accompanied by violence or pain
Or at times in peace and even in sleep
You don’t care about race or religion
Rich or poor, saint or sinner, don’t matter
Aren’t you a great leveller of our times?
And the indisputable truth in our lives.
Credits
This poem was photographed by Pankaj Tottada.
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